‘Mr. Thomas Traddles’s respectful friend and suppliant,

‘EMMA MICAWBER.’

‘What do you think of that letter?’ said Traddles, casting his eyes upon me, when I had read it twice.

‘What do you think of the other?’ said I.

For he was still reading it with knitted brows.

‘I think that the two together, Copperfield,’ replied Traddles, ‘mean more than Mr. and Mrs. Micawber usually mean in their correspondence — but I don’t know what. They are both written in good faith, I have no doubt, and without any collusion. Poor thing!’ he was now alluding to Mrs. Micawber’s letter, and we were standing side by side comparing the two;